All tuckered out is my demise.
Yet it comes as no surprise...
'cause I been moviin'
and I been groovin'
for eighty six years.
I been up hill...
and I been down hill
and all around the town.
But things ain't like they used to be
since parts wear down in the old body.
Now I have to learn to keep it sliow
which ever way I may want to go.
Yet I'm having fun in the sun
bare footin' on Cape Cod,
Vacation Land USA.
Now;s the time
to spread good cheer
to people I love both far and near.
If I don't have strength to help in any way
I can always pray and hope to make their day.
And you do that completely, John, when you compose such wonderful pieces of poetry such as this. You are ten years ahead of me in years, and I can only hope to be half as entertaining when I approach that number.
Love the layout of the poem, looks like a container (vase?). Dianne and I find you, as well as your writing, a real gift, and we thank you for sharing!
Jon Peter
This is my personal inspirational book of poetry. It contains many poems written for family, friends, and relevant life situations. Hopefully you will find some that will encourage and inpsire you in whatever arena you are found in your circle of l
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
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Ron
Love ya!
Jane
Glasses held high . . . Skol . . .
Jon Peter